Chequered

A train moving along life's broadway

As I journeyed with the throng,
and tried to sort out the wrongs,
I recall that this was not my dream at three,
for I was born free,
I have a good pay and I always have a job,
for I jostled well with the mob,
I also have funds left over for retirement,
but I remember that this wasn't my consideration at six,
It was not the ignorance of age or the optimism of inexperience
Then I was 9 but earth still held it's novelty,
a door of two figures lay open
nature had taken her memories of six miles back
so that I do not make my way back,
I passed through the door and I knew not that it was a door,
my steps were hastened and the next few years were just a glance,
Day breaks and I'm left to pick up the pieces,night falls and grants me reprieve
I'm in motionless toil to fill my life's boat with goods and knock it up with fancier nails,
and that was not my dream at 10
How time flies and skips and runs,
was I not twelve just a day before? and dreamt of changing the world by 40
now I'm 41 and it seems to be a joke,that dream of mine,
for I have taxes to pay.
More churned and more churned out and I feel pained just to be a cog,
till I learnt that life's great deeds lie in the smallest of things,
but this was not comfort enough,
as I fill in another day at work,
for these were not my dreams at all,
where will I go when all these ends,
and that song shall we play,
but just when I did not expect,I changed the semantics,
and what I did not believe happened,
and the chequered tone erupted.